The once famed hitman, now slapped in the face with a bounty of 3 million upwards, made his way through the strangely dense crowd. He was near where he suspected he could find a ride, but was working against the current, which at this point was tightly packed like an overstuffed meat-pocket (a common source of sustenance for a great many people across the galaxy, despite its horrid taste and ability to turn one's breath putrid for an entire weak) and attempting to move every which way at once.

Julian reached the stand, through much strenous effort, then walked toward the loading bay when he saw the exorbitant prices. On the way he found himself in a small waiting area, with some extremely enticing benches, and sat down on an empty one. The whole area was a bit desolate, in fact, and he felt as if the tension in the air could be cut with nothing short of a lightsaber.

He leaned his head back, but found that the phrase 'no rest for the weary' made an appearance, as is neck strained at the fact that nothing resembling a headrest existed here, including the wall, which stopped short of his throat.

A moment later a man tripped just in front of him. Julian did not move, but soon found himself unable as a metal wire found its way around his neck and an unseen pair of hands pulled it tight, completely severing his ability to inhale quite effectively.

His hands reflexively flung to his neck, and attempted to reach under the wire and save him. One managed to do so, and he pulled it hard enough to get a breath. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed one of his assailant's hands around where it connected with the wrist, squeezing a pressure point and causing him immense pain. Soon the wire fell, and Julian caught it.

He jumped upon the bench, then over the wall, where the rival hitman was on the floor writhing in pain, clenching his hand. After flipping him over, the metal wire soon tightened around his neck, until all life had been strangled out of him.

A guard ran over to reveal the situation, and the hitman ran, toward one of the larger freighters, up its loading ramp, and into the lowest cargo level, where he was, thankfully not followed. The ship took off then, as if it had been waiting for him.

Julian Noble is now headed for Annaj_________________" Cheer up Brian! You know what they say!

Some things in life are bad.
They can really make you mad.
Others'll just make you swear, and curse.

When you're chewing on life's Gristle
Don't grumble! Give a whistle!
And this'll help things turn out for the best... and

Always look on the briiiiight side of life... "

-Otto to Brian, during crucifixion, 33 A.D.

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